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Monday, December 10, 2012

Introducing Rita - Part Four

By Rita Goleta...continued from Part Three!My daughter Vanessa
had an overnight with two other girls. Skip and I were right in the
middle of lovemaking with a couple of domestic warriors butchering each
other on the widescreen, when I heard a definite noise in the closet.
Immediately I jumped loose of a puzzled Skip and whispered, “Darling,
we’re not alone, someone’s in the room, maybe an animal?"“Oh
fuck-a-duck,” he said in his older-guy way. But he got up and opened
the closet door, which was already ajar, and there was this punky guy
crouched down and peeking at us through the crack. He took one look at
the goliath in front of him and stammered, “Wait, w-w-wait, s-s-sorry!
I’ll go, don’t do anything, don’t c-c-call the cops, okay, please, lemme
go, I’ll get out, you won’t see me again."“GET HIM,
SKIP!” I yelled, “you’re not going anywhere, you creepy pervert! Skip,
get him out here and teach him a lesson he won’t forget!”(I
didn’t really want revenge; I already anticipated the fun we’d have
making blood pudding out of this miserable idiot, flaunting my nicely
rounded boobs in his face, and forcing him to watch us fuck like crazy
in sexual frenzy at his expense.)Skip
pushed the smaller man up against the wall and started pummeling him in
the stomach and chest…..but wait a minute! Considering those 19-inch
biceps, I thought he wasn’t going at it with much effort, like he was
doing movie fakes. “Goddammit, Skip, lay into him, harder, in the face,
in the face!” I was like a wild woman of the jungle.Skip
pushed his big open hand into the intruder’s face to pin him against
the wall, and looked around at me. “Look, honey, he’s learned his
lesson, go call the cops.” Muffled pleads were coming from the other
man’s little face completely buried in the big hand.Oh
my god, I got it in one big flash! The whole picture! My Skip is a
kindhearted powder puff, defender of the downtrodden, Clark Kent
out-of-uniform, to-the-rescue savior of the helpless. Oh, don’t get me
wrong, he was turned on all right by our forays into brutality, but not
by torture or bloody violence or anything like it, he was turned on
big-time by my being turned on, my superheated hyper state, the feminine
jizzing at masculine mayhem, the…, the…, I wanted to call him
something, words didn’t come, it hit me like betrayal, then I remembered
words shouted in a political rant somewhere, duplicitous sonofabitch!
That was him, my handsome, chiseled, duplicitous sonofabitch.But
dammit-to-hell, I was not going to lose the utterly fantastic
opportunity in front of me. I ran to the laundry room and found a coil
of heavy yellow braided rope, ran back to the bedroom, and told Skip to
tie the guy to a chair. “We’ve been looking at pictures,” I said, “let’s
have some real fun.”Now the obedient Mr. Please
Everybody, Skip half-heartedly thumped the smaller man in the chair
while I tied and snipped the rope to make sure he couldn’t get loose.
Skip double-checked the knots. “Come on, lover boy,” I insisted, “work
him over.”Skip hesitated. “I dunno, sweetheart, well
okay.” He applied a couple of open-hand puffs to the guy’s cheeks.
“Dammit to hell,” I cried, and ran over to Skip’s pants on the end of
the bed and pulled out his Montana cowpuncher’s belt. I pushed it into
Skip’s hands and told him to get cracking. He cocked his long sinewy arm
back like a Yankee pitcher. Now we’re getting somewhere, I thought. But
for all the swing, and even though the culprit yelled out in pain from the leather slamming into his chest, it looked way too limpid for my taste.After
a few more half-hearted lashings I yelled at Skip, “Give the bastard a
real hard one, this time in the face!” Just the thought of the heavy
belt whacking that pukey face crying out, “No, no, no!” renewed the
tingling warmth in my vaginal hotspot. Time for blood! But Skip just
stood and looked like he didn’t what to do next.“Jeezus
peezus!” I cried out in my frustration, give me the fucking belt.” I
grabbed it and laid it into jerko’s face, eliciting a real proper
screamed “Owwww!” Finally we got some real tears and blubbering into the
bargain. But then I stepped back and said, “Wait, I got another idea.
Skip, get behind the shitbag and tip the chair way back.” Skip looked
perplexed but right away did what I asked. I came up to the loser,
straddled him, and pushed my puss into his face. “Lucky dog, you get
licked and now you lick.” I looked down and the creep was smiling! “You
think this is funny?” I stepped back and slapped his ugly face six
times, and he still kept smiling. “You friggin’ bastard,” I said, “Skip,
pull his hair while I give him more pussy food.” Skip pulled real hard,
and I squished my wet triangle down on the guy’s mouth. And there was
the moronic prick still grinning at me. He was enjoying the slapping and
up-close pussy.“It’s enough,” I said, “I’ve had it with this trash bag. Get him out of here, okay, Skip?”Skip said, “Okay, darling, I’ll call the cops now.”“Call
the cops?” I said, “are you out of your blitherin’ fucking mind? After
what we’ve been doing he’s got as much a case against us as we have
against him, if not more!”I told Skip to take him
someplace far, far out of town and dump him, even if he had to drive
until morning. My lover didn’t argue, said he’d do that, said I was
right about getting sued and all that. I added that he should blindfold
him and make damned sure he doesn’t know where he is or how to get back
here, even if he’s left to die in some field. “No, you big dumb galoot, I
know you don’t want nobody to die, but it won’t be your fault.”Our
captive sure as hell wasn’t sitting by quietly during this
conversation. He was harping away about how he’d never come back, he was
grateful we weren’t calling the cops, just please, please, don’t hurt
me any more. You got your revenge, bad, bad me, I walk out that door and
gone forever, etc. etc. All this when Skip and I were trying to dope
out what to do with him, me unfulfilled and stuck with this unwanted
piece of baggage.Skip dragged the human dodo-bird out of
the house and left me to masturbate like crazy for a long time with
vague images of what I really wished my man had done in front of me....to be concluded!